Chapter #3Home... Follow Sam. by: reza0807   What Sam failed to do by not paying attention, was that he had bumped into Mr. Williams' table of chemistry equipment. In doing so he had been exposed to one of the teacher's latest works, a vial of sticky liquid, which had spilled on Sam as a result. The 17 year old hadn't really cared about it and had only felt some slight annoyance at the incident. It didn't help that Mr. Williams had scolded Sam for it, stating that he should watch out where he walked. Because of him all the work had been undone. Needless to say Sam was quite fortunate to not have being sent to detention.
Now Sam was walking back home with some minor aching. His limbs felt a bit heavy and his joints were quite stiff. However, Sam thought it was simply because of his latest football practice. What he did not know was that it was the result of his teacher's concoction. Upon touching his skin it had begun its infection. By now his molecules itself were being affected as the serum coursed through his veins, spreading rapidly all over his body.
The teenager spotted a few guys of his age as he walked along a small park. Normally they wouldn't attract any attention but Sam noticed that they were working out with the public exercise equipment. He even recognized Brad, one of his fellow football players. The guy was quite big, one of the biggest on the team, and it showed as he lifted weights with his friends. Sam envied them and their ripped muscles. He wished he could be that big, although the hard work didn't exactly inspire him to begin working out harder. Those muscles did look nice though. Even on that girl that hung out with them.
Sam arrived at his home and opened the door. He took off his backpack, almost hissing at how stiff he felt.
"I'm home!" He announced loudly for those who were present.
"Welcome home, honey!" Sam's mom answered from the kitchen. "I'll be busy making diner over here for some time. Your dad's out of town for tonight but your little brothers are in their rooms. Don't forget taking out the trash later on!"
"Will do." Sam answered her as he went up the stairs.
His limbs felt heavy for some reason, as did his arms. Every step was almost agonizing. He had never experienced anything like this before, not even after his hardest competition of football. Sam shrugged it off and continued going up.
He walked past his little brothers' rooms, hearing Ian talk to his friends over their online game while Joey was busy reading one of his comic books about super villains and super heroes. At the end of the hallway was his own room which he quickly entered.
Sam sighed as he dropped his backpack and sat down on his bed. The aching was really getting to him now. He let out a small groan as the feeling spread all over his body. Suddenly it didn't feel quite as painful anymore, for some reason he couldn't come up with. Instead, it felt a bit satisfying, as if he had done a workout and was feeling a 'pump' so to speak.
"This is really weird." He muttered as he wiped his forehead with his arm.
Sam stopped for a moment and held his arm in front of him. He was quite surprised by how tight his clothes felt, they were almost excruciating tight at the moment. The teenager looked at his arm and widened his eyes in shock, staring intensely without blinking.
His forearm was much thicker than it had been a while ago. There were chords of muscle now that made his forearm bigger and caused the veins to be more pronounced. His gaze went up to his bicep which had seemingly inflated to the point that it was two to three inches bigger. Sam gasped at the size of his biceps and felt one of them, marveling at how hard and dense the muscles were.
He quickly stood up and walked over to his large mirror. Sam was amazed by how muscular he was all of a sudden. His pants were very tight as they barely kept up against his expanded quads that resembled wide slabs of muscle while his calves had a nice and distinct bulge to them. His shoulders were broader as well, connected to a thicker neck while Sam's chest had broadened as well. His pecs jutted outwards slightly and pressed against his strained shirt. Sam quickly reached for his shirt and took it off with some effort, revealing the chiseled muscles that had been hidden beneath it. His abdominal muscles had improved immensely to a tight six pack of the likes that only active sportsmen could achieve.
"This is awesome!" Sam couldn't help but cheer, flexing his biceps.
He grinned as they rose to an impressive peak. Sam began twisting his arm, flexing his forearm as well as he did some different poses he had seen bodybuilders do online. Aside from their size his muscles were also quite dense. Sam just didn't feel better, he was certain that he had a lot more strength now as well.
"Keep it quiet over there!" He heard Ian yell all of a sudden. "Some people are trying to concentrate!"
"Sorry!" Sam yelled back but didn't refrain from smiling.
He had no clue what could have caused this growth spurt but he was definitely liking it. Sam felt amazing with his new muscles. Suddenly he was brought out of his self-admiration by the sound of ripping cloth. He blinked once before tentatively looking down at his pants. Just as he thought they had been defeated by his enlarged quads, now sporting large rips in multiple areas.
"Oh, great." Sam groaned. "Mom isn't going to like that."
He let out a sigh and began removing his pants. By doing so he unconsciously flexed his new muscles. Sam walked over to his dresser and retrieved a pair of baggier sweatpants. Well, at least they been but now they didn't feel so baggy anymore. He also grabbed a bigger shirt so he wouldn't rip the one he had worn earlier. One ruined article of clothes was enough.
Sam glanced at the mirror again, specifically his reflection, and couldn't help but smile broadly. He didn't know what was going but he definitely approved of it. However, he was unaware of the other changes that the chemicals had caused. Aside from making his own muscles grow, it also allowed Sam to cause others to grow through skin contact. He basically gained the ability to infect others as well.
"Now then," Sam spoke with newfound confidence as he tensed his arms. "Time to test these new guns."
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